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By mel

Got your attention? Good. The real topic is Mathematics. Just kidding, its titty bars.
So, I was talking to Rich earlier, and I mentioned that my daughter sometimes goes to strip bars, either with her boyfriend, or with a group from work. And he said WHY? Well, I told him it was likely because that’s who will let her in and let her drink at the age of 20 (legal age is 21). Anyway, after we got it straight that she’s … straight… He wondered why many women can easily watch other women strip, but a straight man just can’t watch another man stripping. We both wondered why that is.

Personally, I think it’s because straight men get insecure if they have to see another man naked, or stripping, almost naked even. Insecurity feels uncomfortable. Most women on the other hand, even if the insecure ones, can watch a woman stripping with no probs. Any ideas on this?

This week flew by. Thanksgiving kinda sucked this year. Seems like everyone was in a bad mood. I got the impression that for everyone there it was just like “OK let’s just get this over with.” Like they were there only because they were expected to be there. That sucked. Everyone just sat around until the food was done, ate, and then left as quickly as possible, with me and mine being the only ones who stayed to help my sister clean up. It JUST ISN’T THE SAME anymore. Once again, my sister and I swore that we will never do this again, that next year we’ll just go out to eat. I think we mean it this time.

Yesterday, I forced my tired self out of bed and went with my sister to visit my dad, who lives a few hours away. We didn’t stay long, but it was good to see him again. He’ll be 71 in a few days. He reminded us that his dad died at the age of 71, and told us we’d better come and see him more often. He’s right, we should. I don’t want to think about it. When my dad dies, I am totally gonna lose it.

Today, I got up and planned to do some work on a site that will sell scrubs. They mailed me a catalog to scan images from, but guess what? I realized this morning my scanner is on the blitz. Power won’t come on. I really need to get this done but what am I gonna do?

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Mean Blockbuster People!

By mel

In a comment over at HollyShow, liberalcowboy from JackofAllBlogs said “I am still afraid of Blockbuster, they are meaner than the INS.” He says my comment to that was a good story and that I should post it, so here it is:

A few years ago I was inside a Blockbuster store with my daughter, and my husband was waiting in the car. We got into a VERY long line, and something freaky happened. The power to one of the cash registers shut down, just quit working, WHILE the drawer was open. Being some kind of new fangled electronic register, the drawer wouldn’t shut. The manager ran over and locked the doors, locked everyone inside IN. Wouldn’t let anyone leave (or so they said) until they got the power back and could shut the drawer (like they couldn’t just take the money to the back and continue with the other registers). So my husband saw them lock the doors and ran up to the door to see what was up, I went to the door and yelled through the glass that a register went down. He knocked on the door to get the managers attention, and said LET MY WIFE AND KID OUT! She turned her back to ignore him, and oh boy she should NOT have done that. He just started kicking the hell out of that door until they went over to it and opened it and let JUST ME and my daughter out. He stood out there screaming HOW DARE YOU TRY TO HOLD MY FAMILY HOSTAGE IN A GD VIDEO STORE YOU UN-AMERICAN PIECE OF SHIT!!!!! We left, with the others locked in. Why didn’t they throw a fit too? I would have if my husband hadn’t.

So I’m wondering, would YOU be pissed off if you were locked inside a crowded video store, not allowed to leave, while your daughter was tired and your spouse was outside waiting on you? Would you wait patiently like everyone else there was willing to do?

Thanksgiving

By mel

Yes, this post is a couple of days early, but I figure many of you (at least some of you in the US) will be busy cooking starting tomorrow or Wednesday, or may be traveling, and may not be online.

Thanksgiving used to be a HUGE thing in my family. We used to all go to my parents house, all five siblings, five spouses, many many children between us, plus lots of friends. Sometimes people even showed up uninvited, but that was great because an invitation was not required in order to share Thanksgiving with us. There were sometimes 40 people or more, not counting babies. Every family brought 3 or 4 dishes. There was always a Turkey AND a Ham. Sometimes 20 desserts.

AH those were the good ole days. Then we all got older (much older), many of us moved away, some of us went through divorces, our kids grew up, WE started having grandchildren (although I don’t have any yet, thank God), and every year since my parents divorced after already having 10 grandchildren together, we “have Thanksgiving” at a different house every year. Fewer and fewer people are there each year. Every year for the past few years my sister and I swear we’re just not going to bother with it the next year. We consider doing other things instead, like maybe the two of us and our kids will go out of town, or out of state, and just have a mini-vacation. Then November gets here, my sister calls me and asks what we’re cooking for Thanksgiving this year and where we’ll have it, and we get down to menu-planning, not even mentioning our thoughts from last year of not doing it at all.

That’s ok. We usually have a pretty good time anyway, even with only 10 or 15 of us there. Hmmm, did that sound odd to say ONLY 10 or 15 of us? It’s a small amount to me… besides my immediate family and my neices and nephews, I have about 200 cousins (not an exaggeration), I haven’t even met them all. Please, don’t imagine me with my family sitting around a big table with proper place settings, a centerpiece, etc. It’s never like that. You grab a plate, you load it up, and you sit where there’s room. Sometimes that may even be on the front porch, if the weather is nice. Nothing proper in my family, we’re all animals.

Which brings me to this, which I’m posting in case you haven’t seen it. I received it via email:

TO MY THANKSGIVING GUESTS:

Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. I’m telling you in advance, so don’t act surprised. Since Ms. Stewart won’t be coming, I’ve made a few small changes:

1. Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries. After a trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.

2. Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make. Instead, I’ve gotten the kids involved in the
decorating by having them track in colorful autumn leaves from the front yard. The mud was their idea.

3. The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last Christmas.

4. Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I promised. Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration hand-crafted from the finest construction paper. The artist assures me it is a turkey.

5. We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you while you wait. I’m sure they will be happy to share every choice comment I have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hotline. Please remember that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a.m. upon discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds. As accompaniment to the children’s recital, I will play a recording of tribal drumming. If the children should mention that I don’t own a recording of tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a frozen turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them. They are lying.

6. We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the start of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method. We’ve also decided against a formal seating arrangement. When the smoke alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like. In the spirit of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table … in a separate room … next door.

7. Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at our dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private ceremony. I stress “private” meaning: Do not, under any circumstances, enter the kitchen to laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check on my progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed. It stands to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.

8. I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that “passing the rolls” is not a football play. Nor is it a request to bean your sister in the head with warm tasty bread.

9. Oh, and one reminder for the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce. If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance. Cheese Sauce stains.

10. Before I forget, there is one last change. Instead of offering a choice among 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small fingerprints. You will still have a choice; take it or leave it.

Anyway! Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans. Happy Late Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends (Sorry I just now remembered)… and if you live somewhere other than US or Canada, Get over here! You’re missing out!

Freedom

By mel

Below is text copied directly from Euphoric Reality’s post. It is well worth the read and important to do what’s requested. Thanks to Diane and David for the same post.

All Bloggers & Readers - PASS THIS ON

I don’t have to wonder how soldiers feel about the Left’s hardline stance against the war. My friends are in Iraq and Afghanistan and I know the truth - they hate it; it’s demoralizing and a betrayal. Both Kit and I have posted emails and letters from soldiers here periodically to show our readers what WE hear on an ongoing basis. Here’s another. In fact,
this soldier wants and needs to be a VOICE. He asks that his words (and those of his platoon mates) be copied, forwarded, and widely disseminated. That is the very least we can do.

So, if you’re another blogger - no matter how big or small your blog, no matter if
you’re liberal* or conservative - please copy this soldier’s letter and post it at your own place. If you’re a reader, email the letter or print it out and share it with others. It’s the very least you can do, too.

___________________________________________

Preface from Sgt. Hook:
I received an email from a mother whose son is currently fighting in Iraq with the 101st Airborne Division. He and his platoon have penned a message to the American public that is a little different from the message we are getting via the MSM. He asked his mom to help get this
message out and she asked me. Here it is from the soldiers on the ground…

Mom,

Be my voice. I want this message heard. It is mine and my platoon’s to the country. A man I know lost his legs the other night. He is in another company in our batallion. I can no longer be silent after watching the sacrifices made by Iraqis and Americans everyday. Send it to a congressman if you have to. Send it to FOX news if you have to. Let this message be heard please…

My fellow Americans, I have a task for those with the courage and fortitude to take it. I have a message that needs not fall on deaf ears. A vision the blind need to see. I am not a political man nor one with great wisdom. I am just a soldier who finds himself helping rebuild a country that he helped liberate a couple years ago.

I have watched on television how the American public questions why their mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters are fighting and dying in a country 9000 miles away from their own soil. Take the word of a soldier, for that is all I am, that our cause is a noble one. The reason we are here is one worth fighting for. A cause that has been the most costly and sought after cause in our small span of existence on our little planet. Bought in blood and paid for by those brave enough to give the ultimate sacrifice to obtain it. A right that is given to every man, woman, and child I believe by God. I am talking of freedom.

Freedom. One word but yet countless words could never capture it’s true meaning or power. “For those who have fought for it, freedom has a taste the protected will never know.” I read that once and it couldn’t be more true. It’s not the average American’s fault that he or she is “blind and deaf” to the taste of freedom. Most Americans are born into their God-given right so it is all they ever know. I was once one of them. I would even dare to say that it isn’t surprising that they take for granted what they have had all their life. My experiences in the military however opened my eyes to the truth.

Ironically you will find the biggest outcries of opposition to our cause from those who have had no military experience and haven’t had to fight for freedom. I challenge all of those who are daring enough to question such a noble cause to come here for just a month and see it first hand. I have a feeling that many voices would be silenced.

I watched Cindy Sheehan sit on the President’s lawn and say that America isn’t worth dying for. Later she corrected herself and said Iraq isn’t worth dying for. She badmouthed all that her son had fought and died for. I bet he is rolling over in his grave.

Ladies and gentleman I ask you this. What if you lived in a country that wasn’t free? What if someone told you when you could have heat, electricity, and water? What if you had no sewage systems so human waste flowed into the streets? What if someone would kill you for bad-mouthing your government? What if you weren’t allowed to watch TV, connect to the internet, or have cell phones unless under extreme censorship? What if you couldn’t put shoes on your child’s feet?

You need not have a great understanding of the world but rather common sense to realize that it is our duty as HUMAN BEINGS to free the oppressed. If you lived that way would you not want someone to help you????

The Iraqis pour into the streets to wave at us and when we liberated the cities during the war they gathered in the thousands to cheer, hug and kiss us. It was what the soldiers in WW2 experienced, yet no one questioned their cause!! Saddam was no better than Hitler! He tortured and killed thousands of innocent people. We are heroes over here, yet Americans badmouth our President for having us here.

Every police station here has a dozen or more memorials for officers that were murdered trying to ensure that their people live free. These are husbands, fathers, and sons killed every day. What if it were your country? What would your choice be? Everything we fight for is worth the blood that may be shed. The media never reports the true HEROISM I witness everyday in the Iraqis. Yes, there are bad one’s here, but I assure you they are a minuscule percent. Yet they are a number big enough to cause worry in this country’s future.

I have watched brave souls give their all and lose their lives and limbs for this cause. I will no longer stand silent and let the “deaf and blind” be the only voice shouting. Stonewall Jackson once said, “All that I have, all that I am is at the service of the country.” For these brave souls who gave the ultimate sacrifice, including your son Cindy Sheehan, I will shout till I can no longer. These men and women are heroes. Their spirit lives on in their military and they will never be forgotten. They did not die in vain but rather for a cause that is larger than all of us.

My fellow countrymen and women, we are not overseas for our country alone but also another. We are here to spread democracy and freedom to those who KNOW the true taste of it because they fight for it everyday. You can see the desire in their eyes and I am honored to fight alongside them as an Infantryman in the 101st Airborne.

Freedom is not free, but yet it is everyone’s right to have. Ironic, isn’t it? That is why we are here. Though you will always have the skeptics, I know that most of our military will agree with this message. Please, at the request of this soldier spread this message to all you know. We are in Operation Iraqi Freedom and that is our goal. It is a cause that I and thousands of others stand ready to pay the ultimate sacrifice for because, Cindy Sheehan, freedom is worth dying for, no matter what country it is! And after the world is free only then can we hope to have peace.

SGT XXX and 1st Platoon
101st Airborne Division (Air Assault)

H/T: Sgt Hook

If you are a liberal reading this, and one who subscribes to the oxymoron “I support the troops, but not the war”, I wonder if you have enough intestinal fortitude to read this sergeant’s words, understand them, and pass them on, as per his request. If you really support the troops - will you perform this one small request from one of them?

If you have your own blog, you now have the chance to show your support for the troops in a very small way that costs you NOTHING. Can Will you do it? I really want to know, so I await your reply.

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